ON KITE HILL
Nicola was aware of someone joining her on the bench, but made a point of not looking at them. She was enjoying the view from this beautiful hill, and had been transfixed by the multitude of brightly coloured kites soaring across the cloud-dusted sky.
She actually resented having to share the bench with someone. Her contented little bubble had been invaded. If she glanced sideways to see who had sat next to her, they might attempt to swap pleasantries, and she just wanted this moment to be hers.
Nicola often came to this spot. She lived around a 20-minute walk away and enjoyed the feeling the green expanse gave of being in London but somehow also not in London.
It swooped and rose on the wind
On Parliament Hill – or Kite Hill as it was known because of its popularity with kite-flyers – the air felt clean and fresh. Nicola loved to take in the stunning views of the rolling green woodland and the capital’s impressive skyline.
This morning, however, she
